*Chris' POV*
(The Next Week.)

I wake up with Kenz next to me. I could get used to this. I poke her face like she did mine, and watch as her face scrunches up.

"Kenz." I whisper, and play with her hair.

"You with the face." She smacks my chest. "Leave me alone." I smile and kiss her forehead.

Kraya let us sleep in since last week, saying that we can stay until closing and they'll go for opening of visitor hours.

She wakes up, and looks at me.

"Hi handsome." She yawns. I keep smiling like an idiot.

"Hey there." I play with her hair again, and she lays her pretty little head on my chest. I rub her back, and she wraps her arm and leg around me. I chuckle and turn on the TV in front of us. I turn it to a movie that we both like to watch - The Phantom of the Opera. (an: heh had to throw that in there.)

I unwrap myself from her and go get her juice and donuts. As I do that, I hear a thump coming from our bedroom, meaning she's going again with the track star from high school thing.

I laugh to myself and grab a donut for myself before heading back. She's sitting with her legs apart and her arms in front of her. She's got a tank top and shorts on, with white Vans on. She looks at me, and smiles.

"Ffooddd!!!" She cries and I just have to laugh. She grabs the plate and glass and starts chowing down. I lay down next to her, and she looks at me.

"What did I do now?" I ask, and she makes a weird face.

"Nothing. I just wanted to look at you." I nod, and she rolls her eyes and continues to watch.

*Later: At The Hospital*

I watch as her and her sister hug before Kenz sits next to her dad. I sit on the other side, and her father looks at me.

"Son, why are you sitting there, and not next to my girl over here?" I shrug.

"I really don't know, sir." I pick up the chair and put it next to hers.

"That's better. Well, son, it looks like you're going to-" Kenz interrupts by getting out if her chair and leaving the room.

"My poor baby girl." He says, and looks at me. "Son, you need to take care of her when I'm gone. I won't be around much longer. Just. Promise me that whatever you do, she doesn't end up in this bed. Got it?" I nod. I go outside, and she hugs me.

"Let's go." I say, looking at her dad through the window. "He's asleep anyway. You can say goodbye and let's go. You have an important day in two days." She curses. She runs in, kisses his forehead, and leaves.

We drive to her sister's house, and she runs into the house. I walk in behind her, and watch the madness take place.

"Chris!" Her mom beams, which immediately makes me scared.

"Uh. Hi." I inch away from the door, and run up the stairs. I quickly shut the door, and listen to the yelling downstairs.

"Hey. Yea, I was surprised too. Didn't really expect her to be here. She kinda... Showed up." Kenz says, packing up a couple of things before closing up her suitcase. I laugh.

"She scared me. She was smiling and practically lied through her teeth about being excited about seeing me. It was weird." She laughs.

"Well, I gotta go tell Kray that we'll be gone for the next three days." I look at her.

"You want me with you?" I ask, seeming as she didn't want me to go with her to visit her dad.

"Hell yea. You, me, LA... It'll be a blast." She says, and crosses her arms. "Why, do you not want to go?" I shake my head.

"Just wondering since you threw me out when you wanted to come see your dad." I say, and sit down on the bed in front of her. She gives me a look.

"Chris, you seahorse." She pushes on my face, but I grab her hands and pull them out, and kiss her.

"Am I still a seahorse?" I say, her face still close to mine.

"You are a very weird seahorse with a meatball personality." She says, and kisses me. She gets her hands out of my grip and goes downstairs. I follow just to watch the fireworks.

"Hey guys." Kenz chirps, and sits on the couch next to her sister. I sit on the arm of the couch, waiting.

"Hey."

"So, uh, Chris and I have to go to LA." She says, and Kraya looks at her, her mom wants to scream.

"Why?" Troy asks, seeming calm.

"The, uh, music awards." She mumbles.

"Which ones?"

"The AMAs." She says, looking worried.

"You want to spend Thanksgiving in LA?!" Her mom screams. Let the show begin.

"I'm not spending Thanksgiving in LA. It's in two days. We're coming back the day before Thanksgiving." She says.

"Well, I think its great." Kraya says.

"Of course you would. All you can think about is having your sister perform on TV." Her mom shouts.

"Actually, that's you." Kraya snaps back.

"Ms? If I may?" I question, earning a glare.

"What?" She growls.

"Your daughter is an amazing artist, and she deserves to be there-"

"Of course she does. I put her there." Kenz snaps.

"No, Mom. I put myself there. I did the work, I did the album, I'm the one performing. And all you care about is ratings, and money, and fame. No. That is not my life. Stop trying to input yourself into my life. Haven't you ruined it enough? You told me that it was good that I had Chris because if I married him, I'd marry rich. But I don't care about that. I care about him because of his personality. How he makes me feel. And how he is willing to help me. That's what Kraya married for. She doesn't care if Troy has money. She cares if he loves her. And its the same for me. I don't make music and movies for money. I do it because it makes me and my fans and anyone who listens or watches happy." She storms out, and I get up.

"The faithful puppet." Her mom says, and I take a deep breath.

"I'd like to hit you, but where I come from, it's wrong to hit a woman. No matter what her personality is or how stupid and mean she is." I leave, and comfort Kenzie.